Quickly flowing—flooding down—
the saline droplets hit the ground.
As frozen as my frigid heart;
the one that swiftly broke apart.
The only love I’d ever known.
The only fondness ever grown
in a heart that knew not how to love.
I tried, loved; lost my mourning dove.
The simple peace of “us” and “we,”
the fervent calm that sheltered me.
Sequestered in the tempest’s eye,
I lived without the ken of cry.
I misinterpreted the signs;
forgot to read between the lines.
The naďve nestling didn’t see
the signs that said, “You’re leaving me.”
The hourglass continues on.
I’ve not once cried since you’ve been gone.
I’ve seen that you were not the end
and found new love amongst my friends.
The little lamb you left behind,
has found herself and redefined
the naďve girl—she found her mind.
The angel saw and left the blind.
Misa: I can't imagine a world without Light!
L: Yes, that would be dark.